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About Melbourne

Where’s ya look? Dark corners, mate—alleys, dodgy pubs, online too, them apps! Me vet eyes, they spot things—prossies got this walk, yeh? Swayin’, hips talkin’, like cats huntin’ mice. Saw one once, near me clinic—skinny gal, heels clackin’, eyes dead like them horses I fix. Made me mad, precious! World’s rotten, chewin’ ‘em up—*Melancholia* vibes, “No more happy nights!” she’d say if she watched it.

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The adventure begins as you step aboard the elegant carriage and are escorted to your plush seat by an attentive steward. Your table is set with pristine.

Yo, listen up, motherf***er, lemme tell ya 'bout Lindisfarne (au)! This place is crazy good. I live here as a women's counselor, so I see all the raw vibes. There's this street, Maple Crescent, where old ladies sit and gossip over tea. Oh, and Goddamn, Kingfisher Park is a riot—its green, breathin' the life into the city, ya know?

Lindisfarne: The Cradle of Celtic Christianity